10 March 2015

Everything (poem)

If it were just about
Physical attraction
And seduction
Mutual or no
That would be easy
Easy way in
Easy way out
But it’s not

Intellectual stimulation
May spark a flame
But fire dies out
When the fuel’s gone
Or there’s no air
Left to breathe

Common interests
Common friends
Common religion
All just ephemeral
Dust in the wind

Bound I am
By a bond
Over which
I have no control

The things you hate about yourself
Are those I love the most
You are my frozen lake

No comments: